Speak to me in the thrilling minster's gloom! This lone, full, fragile heart !—the strong alone I hear the rustling banners; and I hear The wind's low singing through the fretted stone; I hear not thee; and yet I feel thee near What is this bound that keeps thee from thine own? Breathe it away! I wait thee—I adjure thee! hast thou known Am I not here, with night and death alone, Thou canst not come! or thus I should not weep! But I shall come to thee! our souls' deep dreams, Our young affections, have not gush'd in vain ; Soon in one tide shall blend the sever'd streams, The worn heart break its bonds-and death and pain Be with the past! THE SISTERS OF SCIO. As are our hearts, our way is one, And cannot be divided. Strong affection "SISTER, Sweet Sister! let me weep awhile! Bear with me-give the sudden passion way! Thoughts of our own lost home, our sunny isle, Come, as a wind that o'er a reed hath sway; Till my heart dies with yearnings and sick fears ;— Oh! could my life melt from me in these tears! "Our father's voice, our mother's gentle eye, Our brother's bounding step-where are they, where? Desolate, desolate our chambers lie! -How hast thou won thy spirit from despair? O'er mine swift shadows, gusts of terror, sweep ;— I sink away-bear with me-let me weep!" "Yes! weep, my Sister! weep, till from thy heart The weight flow forth in tears; yet sink thou not! I bind my sorrow to a lofty part, For thee, my gentle one! our orphan lot To meet in quenchless trust; my soul is strongThou, too, wilt rise in holy might ere long. "A breath of our free heavens and noble sires, Yet shall they light us onward, side by side; Have the wild birds, and have not we, a guide? |